en it comes to the others. Besides, she runs roughshod over
traditions, and all that they imply. She--well--" Gertrude hesitated,
then, flushing slightly, stopped.

"You mean she is tricky, don't you?" asked Elfreda promptly. "I could
see that before I talked with her five minutes."

Grace shook her head disapprovingly at Elfreda. Something in her glance
caused Elfreda to subside suddenly.

"If there is no further business of which to dispose, will some one make
a motion that we adjourn!" asked Arline quietly.

The motion was made and seconded, but before any one had time to step
into the hall, a slight figure flitted from her position before the
almost closed door, and disappeared into the room at the end of the
hall.

"We must be sure and see the dean as soon as we can, Arline," called
Grace after Arline, who was hurrying down the hall to overtake Ruth.

"I'll see her to-morrow afternoon," assured Arline, with a parting wave
of her hand as she disappeared down the stairs.

"And I'll make it my business to see her to-morrow morning," muttered
Kathleen West vindictively, who, standing well within the shadow of her
own door at the end of the hall, had heard the remark and the reply.
"Who knows but that the Semper Fidelis Club may not be able to give
their great bazaar after all. They certainly won't if I can prevent
them. I'll never forgive them for discussing me as they have this
afternoon." There was an unpleasant light in the newspaper girl's eyes,
as, closing the door of her room, she went to her desk and opening it,
sat down before it, picking up her pen. After a little thought she began
to write, and when she had finished what seemed to be an extremely short
letter, she slipped it into the envelope with a smile of malicious
satisfaction. She had found a way to retaliate.

CHAPTER VII

AN UNPLEASANT SUMMONS

"Here's a letter for you, Grace," called Elfreda, who had run downstairs
ahead of Grace to survey the contents of the house bulletin board before
going in to breakfast.

Grace surveyed the envelope critically, tore it open and unfolded the
sheet of paper inside. In another moment a little cry of consternation
escaped her.

"What's the matter?" asked Elfreda curiously, trying to peer over her
shoulder.

"It--it's a summons from the dean," said Grace a trifle unsteadily.
"What do you suppose it means?"

"Nothing very serious," declared Elfreda confidently. "How can it? Think
over your pa